She came to meet them;-but in strange surmise
Stopt, and on Javan fix'd her earnest eyes;

He kneel'd to greet her hand with wonted grace-
Ah! then she knew him!-as he bow'd his face,
His mother's features in a glimpse she caught,
And the son's image rush'd upon her thought;
Pale she recoil'd with momentary fright,
As if a spirit had ris'n before her sight;
Returning, with a heart too full to speak,
She pour'd a flood of tears upon his cheek,
Then laugh'd for gladness,—but her laugh was wild;
- Where hast thou been, my own, my orphan child?
Child of my soul! bequeath'd in death to me,
By her who had no other wealth than thee!"
She cried, and with a Mother's love caress'd
The Youth, who wept in silence on her breast.

This hasty tumult of affection o'er,
They pass'd within the hospitable door;
There on a grassy couch, with joy o'ercome,
Pensive with awe, with veneration dumb,
Javan reclined, while kneeling at his seat,
The humble Patriarch wash'd the traveller's feet.
Quickly the Spouse her plenteous table spread
With homely viands, milk and fruits and bread.
Ere long the guest, grown innocently bold,
With simple eloquence his story told;

His sins, his follies, frankly were reveal'd,
And nothing but his nameless love conceal'd.

Sire! while I roam'd the world, a transient guest,
From sun-rise to the ocean of the west,

I found that sin, where'er the foot of man
Nature's primeval wilderness o'erran,

Had track'd his steps, and through advancing Time
Urged the deluded race from crime to crime,
Till wrath and strife, in fratricidal war,
Gather'd the force of nations from afar,
To deal and suffer Death's unheeded blow,
As if the curse on Adam were too slow:
Even now an host, like locusts on their way,
That desolate the earth, and dim the day,
Led by a Giant king, whose arm hath broke
Remotest realms to wear his iron yoke,
Hover o'er Eden, resolute to close
His final triumph o'er his latest foes;
A feeble band, that in their covert lie,
Like cowering doves beneath the falcon's eye.
That easy and ignoble conquest won,
There yet remains one fouler deed undone.
Oft have I heard the tyrant in his ire,
Devote this glen to massacre and fire,
And swear to root, from Earth's dishonor'd face,
The last least relic of the faithful race;
Thenceforth he hopes, on God's terrestrial throne,
To rule the nether universe alone.
Wherefore, O Sire! when evening shuts the sky,
Fly with thy kindred, from destruction fly;
Far to the south, unpeopled wilds of wood

-While thus," he cried, "I proved the world a Skirt the dark borders of Euphrates' flood;

snare,

Pleasure a serpent, Fame a cloud in air;
While with the sons of men my footsteps trod,
My home, my heart, was with the Sons of God."

"Went not my spirit with thee," Enoch said,
"When from the Mother's grave the Orphan fled ?
Others believed thee slain by beasts of blood,
Or self-devoted to the strangling flood,
(Too plainly in thy grief-bewilder'd mien,
By every eye, a breaking heart was seen :)
I mourn'd in secret thine apostasy,

Nor ceased to intercede with Heaven for thee.
Strong was my faith: in dreams or waking thought,
Oft as thine image o'er my mind was brought,
I deem'd thee living by this conscious sign,
The deep communion of my soul with thine.
This day a voice, that thrill'd my breast with fear
(Methought 't was Adam's), whisper'd in mine ear,
- Enoch ere thrice the morning meet the sun,
Thy joy shall be fulfill'd, thy rest begun.'
While yet those tones were murmuring in air,
I turn'd to look,-but saw no speaker there:
Thought I not then of thee, my long-lost joy?
Leapt not my heart abroad to meet my boy?
Yes! and while still I sate beneath the tree,
Revolving what the signal meant to me,
I spied thee coming, and with eager feet
Ran, the returning fugitive to greet:

Nor less the welcome art thou, since I know
By this high warning, that from earth I go;
My days are number'd; peace on thine attend!
The trial comes,-be faithful to the end."

"O live the years of Adam!” cried the youth; "Yet seem thy words to breathe prophetic truth:

There shall the Patriarchs find secure repose,
Till Eden rest, forsaken of her foes."

At Javan's speech the Matron's check grew pale,
Her courage, not her faith, began to fail:
Eve's youngest daughter she; the silent tear
Witness'd her patience, but betray'd her fear.
Then answer'd Enoch, with a smile serene,
That shed celestial beauty o'er his mien;
"Here is mine earthly habitation: here
I wait till my Redeemer shall appear:
Death and the face of man I dare not shun,
God is my refuge, and His will be done."

The Matron check'd her uncomplaining sigh,
And wiped the drop that trembled in her eye.
Javan with shame and self-abasement blush'd,
But every care at Enoch's smile was hush'd:
He felt the power of truth; his heart o'erflow'd,
And in his look sublime devotion glow'd.
Westward the Patriarch turn'd his tranquil face;
"The Sun," said he, "hath well-nigh run his race;
I to the yearly sacrifice repair,

Our Brethren meet me at the place of prayer."

"I follow: O, my father! I am thine;
Thy God, thy people, and thine altar mine!"
Exclaim'd the youth, on highest thoughts intent,
And forth with Enoch through the valley went.

Deep was that valley, girt with rock and wood;
In rural groups the scatter'd hamlet stood;
Tents, arbors, cottages, adorn'd the scene,
Gardens and fields, and shepherds' walks between ;
Through all, a streamlet, from its mountain-source,
Seen but by stealth, pursued its willowy course.

When first the mingling sons of God and man
The demon-sacrifice of war began,
Self-exiled here, the family of Seth

Renounced a world of violence and death,
Faithful alone amidst the faithless found,'
And innocent while murder cursed the ground.
Here, in retirement from profane mankind,
They worshipp'd God with purity of mind,
Fed their small flocks, and till'd their narrow soil,
Like parent Adam, with submissive toil,
-Adam, whose eyes their pious hands had closed,
Whose bones beneath their quiet turf reposed.
No glen like this, unstain'd with human blood,
Could youthful Nature boast before the flood;
Far less shall Earth, now hastening to decay,
A scene of sweeter loneliness display,

Would that my tongue were gifted to display
The terror and the glory of that day,
When, seized and stricken by the hand of Death,
The first transgressor yielded up his breath!
Nigh threescore years, with interchanging light,
The host of heaven have measured day and night,
Since we beheld the ground, from which he rose,
On his returning dust in silence close.

"With him his noblest sons might not compare,
In godlike feature and majestic air;
Not out of weakness rose his gradual frame,
Perfect from his Creator's hand he came;
And as in form excelling, so in mind
The Sire of men transcended all mankind;
A soul was in his eye, and in his speech

Where nought was heard but sounds of peace and A dialect of heaven no art could reach;

love,

Nor seen but woods around, and heaven above.

Yet not in cold and unconcern'd content,
Their years in that delicious range were spent;
Oft from their haunts the fervent Patriarchs broke,
In strong affection to their kindred spoke,
With tears and prayers reproved their growing crimes,
Or told the impending judgments of the times.
In vain; the world despised the warning word,
With scorn belied it, or with mockery heard,
Forbade the zealous monitors to roam,

And stoned, or chased them to their forest home.
There, from the depth of solitude, their sighs
Pleaded with Heaven in ceaseless sacrifice,
And long did righteous Heaven the guilty spare,
Won by the holy violence of prayer.

Yet sharper pangs of unavailing woe,
Those Sires in secrecy were doom'd to know;
Oft by the world's alluring snares misled,
Their youth from that sequester'd valley fled,
Join'd the wild herd, increased the godless crew,
And left the virtuous remnant weak and few.

CANTO IV.

Enoch relates to Javan the Circumstances of the Death of Adam, including his Appointment of an annual Sacrifice on the Day of his Transgression and Fall in Paradise.

THUS through the valley while they held their walk,
Enoch of former days began to talk:
-"Thou know'st our place of sacrifice and prayer,
Javan! for thou wert wont to worship there :
Built by our father's venerable hands,

On the same spot our ancient altar stands,

For oft of old to him, the evening breeze
Had borne the voice of God among the trees;
Angels were wont their songs with his to blend,
And talk with him as their familiar friend.
But deep remorse for that mysterious crime,
Whose dire contagion through elapsing time
Diffused the curse of death beyond control,
Had wrought such self-abasement in his soul,
That he, whose honors were approach'd by none,
Was yet the meekest man beneath the sun.
From sin, as from the serpent that betray'd
Eve's early innocence, he shrunk afraid;
Vice he rebuked with so austere a frown,
He seem'd to bring an instant judgment down;
Yet, while he chid, compunctious tears would start,
And yearning tenderness dissolve his heart;
The guilt of all his race became his own,
He suffer'd as if he had sinn'd alone.
Within our glen to filial love endear'd,
Abroad for wisdom, truth, and justice fear'd,
He walk'd so humbly in the sight of all,
The vilest ne'er reproach'd him with his fall.
Children were his delight;-they ran to meet
His soothing hand, and clasp'd his honored feet;
While, 'midst their fearless sports supremely blest,
He grew in heart a child among the rest :
Yet, as a Parent, nought beneath the sky
Touch'd him so quickly as an infant's eye:
Joy from its smile of happiness he caught;
Its flash of rage sent horror through his thought;
His smitten conscience felt as fierce a pain,
As if he fell from innocence again.

"One morn I track'd him on his lonely way,
Pale as the gleam of slow-awakening day;
With feeble step he climb'd yon craggy height,
Thence fix'd on distant Paradise his sight;
He gazed awhile in silent thought profound,
Then falling prostrate on the dewy ground,

Where, driven from Eden's hallow'd groves, he found He pour'd his spirit in a flood of prayer,

An home on earth's unconsecrated ground;
Whence too, his pilgrimage of trial o'er,

He reach'd the rest which sin can break no more.
Oft hast thou heard our elder Patriarchs tell
How Adam once by disobedience fell;

1 So spoke the scraph Abdiel, faithful found
Among the faithless, faithful only he.

Par. Lost, Book V.

Bewail'd his ancient crime with self-despair,
And claim'd the pledge of reconciling grace,
The promised Seed, the Savior of his race.
Wrestling with God, as Nature's vigor fail'd,
His faith grew stronger and his plea prevail'd;
The prayer from agony to rapture rose,
And sweet as Angel accents fell the close.

I stood to greet him: when he raised his head,
Divine expression o'er his visage spread;

His presence was so saintly to behold,
He seem'd in sinless Paradise grown old.
"This day,' said he, in Time's star-lighted

round,

Renews the anguish of that mortal wound
On me inflicted, when the Serpent's tongue
My Spouse with his beguiling falsehood stung.
Though years of grace through centuries have pass'd,
Since my transgression, this may be the last;
Infirmities without, and fears within,
Foretell the consummating stroke of sin;
The hour, the place, the form to me unknown,
But God, who lent me life, will claim his own;
Then, lest I sink as suddenly in death,
As quicken'd into being by his breath,

Once more I climb'd these rocks with weary pace,
And but once more, to view my native place,
To bid yon garden of delight farewell,
The earthly Paradise from which I fell.
This mantle, Enoch! which I yearly wear
To mark the day of penitence and prayer,-
These skins, the covering of my first offence,
When, conscious of departed innocence,
Naked and trembling, from my Judge I fled,
A hand of mercy o'er my vileness spread ;-
Enoch this mantle, thus vouchsafed to me
At my dismission, I bequeath to thee;
Wear it in sad memorial on this day,
And yearly at mine earliest altar slay
A lamb immaculate, whose blood be spilt
In sign of wrath removed and cancell'd guilt:
So be the sins of all my race confest,

So on their heads may peace and pardon rest.'
-Thus spake our Sire, and down the steep descent
With strengthen'd heart and fearless footstep went:
O Javan! when we parted at his door,
I loved him as I never loved before.

"Ere noon, returning to his bower, I found
Our father laboring in his harvest ground
(For yet he till'd a little plot of soil,
Patient and pleased with voluntary toil);

But O how changed from him, whose morning eye
Outshone the star, that told the sun was nigh!
Louse in his feeble grasp the sickle shook;
I mark'd the ghastly dolor of his look,
And ran to help him; but his latest strength
Fail'd-prone upon his sheaves he fell at length:
I strove to raise him; sight and sense were fled,
Nerveless his limbs, and backward sway'd his head.
Seth pass'd; I call'd him, and we bore our Sire
To neighboring shades from noon's afflictive fire:
Ere long he 'woke to feeling, with a sigh,
And half unclosed his hesitating eye;
Strangely and timidly he peer'd around,
Like men in dreams whom sudden lights confound;
Is this a new Creation?-Have I pass'd
The bitterness of death?'-He look'd aghast,
Then sorrowful;- No; men and trees appear;
Tis not a new Creation,-pain is here:
From Sin's dominion is there no release?
Lord! let thy Servant now depart in peace.'
-Hurried remembrance crowding o'er his soul,
He knew us; tears of consternation stole

Down his pale cheeks:- Seth!-Enoch! Where is
Eve?

How could the spouse her dying consort leave?"

"Eve look'd that moment from their cottage-door
In quest of Adam, where he toil'd before;
He was not there, she call'd him by his name;
Sweet to his ear the well-known accents came;
Here am I,' answer'd he, in tone so weak,
That we who held him scarcely heard him speak;
But resolutely bent to rise, in vain

He struggled till he swoon'd away with pain.
Eve call'd again, and turning towards the shade,
Helpless as infancy, beheld him laid;

She sprang, as smitten with a mortal wound,
Forward, and cast herself upon the ground
At Adam's feet; half-rising in despair,
Him from our arms she wildly strove to tear;
Repell'd by gentle violence, she press'd
His powerless hand to her convulsive breast,
And kneeling, bending o'er him, full of fears
Warm on his bosom shower'd her silent tears.
Light to his eyes at that refreshment came,
They open'd on her in a transient flame;

And art thou here, my Life! my Love!' he cried,
Faithful in death to this congenial side?
Thus let me bind thee to my breaking heart,
One dear, one bitter moment, ere we part.'
-Leave me not, Adam! leave me not below;
With thee I tarry, or with thee I go,'
She said, and yielding to his faint embrace,
Clung round his neck, and wept upon his face.
Alarming recollection soon return'd,

His fever'd frame with growing anguish burn'd:
Ah! then, as nature's tenderest impulse wrought,
With fond solicitude of love she sought
To soothe his limbs upon their grassy bed,
And make the pillow easy to his head;
She wiped his recking temples with her hair;
She shook the leaves to stir the sleeping air;
Moisten'd his lips with kisses: with her breath
Vainly essay'd to quell the fire of Death,
That ran and revell'd through his swollen veins
With quicker pulses, and severer pains.

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The sun, in summer majesty on high,
Darted his fierce effulgence down the sky;
Yet dimm'd and blunted were the dazzling rays,
His orb expanded through a dreary haze,
And, circled with a red portentous zone,
He look'd in sickly horror from his throne:
The vital air was still; the torrid heat
Oppress'd our hearts, that labor'd hard to beat.
When higher noon had shrunk the lessening shade,
Thence to his home our father we convey'd,
And stretch'd him, pillow'd with his latest sheaves,
On a fresh couch of green and fragrant leaves.
Here, though his sufferings through the glen were
known,

We chose to watch his dying bed alone,
Eve, Seth, and I.-In vain he sigh'd for rest,
And oft his meek complainings thus express'd:

Blow on me, Wind! I faint with heat! O bring
Delicious water from the deepest spring;
Your sunless shadows o'er my limbs diffuse,
Ye cedars! wash me cold with midnight dews.
-Cheer me, my friends! with looks of kindness

cheer;

Whisper a word of comfort in mine ear;
Those sorrowing faces fill my soul with gloom;
This silence is the silence of the tomb.

Thither I hasten; help me on my way;

O sing to soothe me, and to strengthen pray!'
We to soothe him,-hopeless was the song;
sang
We pray'd to strengthen him, he grew not strong.
In vain from every herb, and fruit, and flower,
Of cordial sweetness, or of healing power,
We press'd the virtue; no terrestrial balm
Nature's dissolving agony could calm.
Thus, as the day declined, the fell disease
Eclipsed the light of life by slow degrees:
Yet while his pangs grew sharper, more resign'd,
More self-collected, grew the sufferer's mind;
Patient of heart, though rack'd at every pore,
The righteous penalty of sin he bore;
Not his the fortitude that mocks at pains,
But that which feels them most, and yet sustains.
"Tis just, 't is merciful,' we heard him say;
Yet wherefore hath He turn'd his face away?
I see Him not; I hear Him not; I call;
My God! my God! support me, or I fall.'

"The sun went down, amidst an angry glare
Of flushing clouds, that crimson'd all the air;
The winds brake loose; the forest boughs were torn,
And dark aloof the eddying foliage borne;
Cattle to shelter scudded in affright;
The florid evening vanish'd into night:
Then burst the hurricane upon the vale,

In peals of thunder, and thick-volley'd hail;

He stirs the wound he once inflicted there,
Instils the deadening poison of despair,
Belies the truth of God's delaying grace,
And bids me curse my Maker to his face.
-I will not curse Him, though his grace delay
I will not cease to trust Him, though he slay;
Full on his promised mercy I rely,

For God hath spoken,-God, who cannot lie.
-Thou, of my faith the Author and the End!
Mine early, late, and everlasting Friend!
The joy, that once thy presence gave, restore
Ere I am summon'd hence, and seen no more:
Down to the dust returns this earthly frame,
Receive my Spirit, Lord! from whom it came;
Rebuke the Tempter, show thy power to save;
O let thy glory light me to the grave,
That these, who witness my departing breath,
May learn to triumph in the grasp of death.'

"He closed his eyelids with a tranquil smile,
And seem'd to rest in silent prayer awhile:
Around his couch with filial awe we kneel'd,
When suddenly a light from heaven reveal'd
A Spirit, that stood within the unopen'd door;—
The sword of God in his right hand he bore;
His countenance was lightning, and his vest
Like snow at sun-rise on the mountain's crest;
Yet so benignly beautiful his form,
His presence still'd the fury of the storm;

His look was love, his salutation, 'Peace!'

Prone rushing rains with torrents whelm'd the land, At once the winds retire, the waters cease;
Our cot amidst a river seem'd to stand;
Around its base the foamy crested streams
Flash'd through the darkness to the lightning's gleams,
With monstrous throes an earthquake heaved the
ground,

The rocks were rent, the mountains trembled round;
Never, since Nature into being came,

Had such mysterious motion shook her frame:
We thought, ingulf'd in floods, or wrapt in fire,
The world itself would perish with our Sire.

"Amidst this war of elements, within
More dreadful grew the sacrifice of sin,
Whose victim on his bed of torture lay,
Breathing the slow remains of life away.
Erewhile, victorious faith sublimer rose
Beneath the pressure of collected woes:
But now his spirit waver'd, went and came,
Like the loose vapor of departing flame,
Till at the point, when comfort seem'd to die
For ever in his fix'd unclosing eye,
Bright through the smouldering ashes of the man,
The saint brake forth, and Adam thus began:

"O ye, that shudder at this awful strife,
This wrestling agony of Death and Life,
Think not that He, on whom my soul is cast,
Will leave me thus forsaken to the last.
Nature's infirmity alone you see;

My chains are breaking, I shall soon be free;
Though firm in God the Spirit holds her trust,
The flesh is frail, and trembles into dust.
Horror and anguish seize me 't is the hour
Of darkness, and I mourn beneath its power;
The Tempter plies me with his direst art,
I feel the Serpent coiling round my heart;

"Our Mother first beheld him, sore amazed, But terror grew to transport, while she gazed:

Tis He, the Prince of Seraphim, who drove
Our banish'd feet from Eden's happy grove;'
Adam, my Life, my Spouse, awake!' she cried;
Return to Paradise; behold thy Guide!

O let me follow in this dear embrace!'
She sunk, and on his bosom hid her face.
Adam look'd up; his visage changed its hue,
Transform'd into an Angel's at the view:

I come!' he cried, with faith's full triumph fired,
And in a sigh of ecstacy expired.

The light was vanish'd, and the vision fled;
We stood alone, the living with the dead;
The ruddy embers, glimmering round the room,
Display'd the corpse amidst the solemn gloom;
But o'er the scene a holy calm reposed,
The gate of heaven had open'd there, and closed.

"Eve's faithful arm still clasp'd her lifeless Spouse,
Gently I shook it, from her trance to rouse;
She gave no answer; motionless and cold,
It fell like clay from my relaxing hold;
Alarm'd, I lifted up the locks of grey

That hid her cheek; her soul had passed away :
A beauteous corse, she graced her partner's side;
Love bound their lives, and Death could not divide.

"Trembling astonishment of grief we felt,
Till Nature's sympathies began to melt;
We wept in stillness through the long dark night;
-And O how welcome was the morning light!"

1 Paradise Lost, Book XI, v. 238.